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           Nowthattheworkonthepicturewasfinishedhewouldhavemoretimeforthekids.Hewantedtobecomepartoftheirlifeagain.AndheworriedaboutVirginiatoo.Shewasn’tequippedtohandletheHollywoodsharpieswhomightcomeafterherjustsothattheycouldbragabouthavingscrewedJohnnyFontane’sfirstwife.Asfarasheknew,nobodycouldsaythatyet.Everybodycouldsayitabouthissecondwifethough,hethoughtwryly.Hepickedupthephone.

           Herecognizedhervoiceimmediatelyandthatwasnotsurprising.Hehadhearditthefirsttimewhenhewastenyearsoldandtheyhadbeenin4Btogether."Hi,Ginny,"hesaid,"youbusytonight?CanIcomeoverforalittlewhile?"

           "Allright,"shesaid."Thekidsaresleepingthough;Idon’twanttowakethemup."

           "That’sOK,"hesaid."Ijustwantedtotalktoyou."

           Hervoicehesitatedslightly,thencarefullycontrollednottoshowanyconcern,sheasked,"Isitanythingserious,anythingimportant?"

           "No,"Johnnysaid."IfinishedthepicturetodayandIthoughtmaybeIcouldjustseeyouandtalktoyou.MaybeIcouldtakealookatthekidsifyou’resuretheywon’twakeup."

           "OK,"shesaid."I’mgladyougotthatpartyouwanted."

           "Thanks,"hesaid."I’llseeyouinaboutahalfhour."

           WhenhegottowhathadbeenhishomeinBeverlyHills,JohnnyFontanesatinthecarforamomentstaringatthehouse.HerememberedwhathisGodfatherhadsaid,thathecouldmakehisownlifewhathewanted.Greatchanceifyouknewwhatyouwanted.